And at that time, I think that I anticipated probably spending the remainder of my life alone. When Roger Farnsworth came along, I surprised myself, s...mewhat, with my ... my neediness.”“Understandable,” I said.“It wasn’t just the sex,” Emily said, lowering her voice so as not to be overheard by our fellow diners. “It was more the ... the warmth. Someone to be with me in that big, lonely bed.”“Yes.”“But I shouldn’t say ‘just’ the sex, either,” Emily told me, her face reddening a little with. Since Linda had mentioned it when I was eating her pussy that was all I had thought about. Linda appeared delighted with that and was happy to go to bed with us both exhausted and smiling. The next day we were sightseeing but the day after we were at the beach again. Linda wore a bikini that was more modest than the almost non existent one but it was still just a narrow strip of material around her breasts, she rolled the fabric so the band only just covered her areola and the bottoms were a. I managed to release my bladder and could feel her throat muscles move as she swallowed. She finally came up for air and directed my cock over her breasts and then her cunt letting my piss drip off her body into the toilet.After breakfast, I left to continue on my trip. I needed to camp out tonight just to rest.I continued to follow the old roadway turning more westerly until I came to a large ruined city. The people living close by called it, Caspar. I decided to explore it. The families in. ’ ‘Baby, I know you love me. Every little thing we do together, for me, is so much more special than any time I’ve done it before. Don’t you feel that way?’ ‘Yes, I do. I just…I worry I’m going to mess it up somehow and you won’t want to be with me. I need to prove to myself that I’m a better person than I was and I deserve you.’ ‘Of course you do, and you are. Maybe not a better person, but a changed one. You’ve always been a good person.’ ‘All the things you make me feel, while I love them.